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Where are you? It looks like the room of a little boy. The bed is made just like ... well ... and it's really funny that you're gagged and tied to a chair. Light enters through the large windows to provoke your shadow which ends right at the handle. We struggled greatly to realize they're not useless. Try to think: how to untie? how to get out of this situation? Situation then, let's face it, frankly do not understand how it came to be created. The last memory you have is the return tram ride. What you had to do? What you had just done? I can not concentrate, you feel a strong headache and discomfort with you.
You surrender to the nodes and remains, limp, waiting for someone.
Now you are in train, are you listening to music at a fairly high volume and you feel disconnected from the place where you are, but not so much a geographical location that is indeed the only thing you feel in touch, but from the situation: you on the train with other passengers who do not know, in a two-hour trip. It 's just your tendency to look at the graffiti found in the vicinity of stations to bring you where you're really there: a written rips half smile. Pretty funny. The girl in the seat in front of the right plane ride and looks at you pretending not to want to be seen, a complete success. Make one of your outputs mimic self-mocking and then the judge: ugly. Return to your splendid isolation.
A bucket of cold water on your face and you wake up, you're back in the room, gagged, bound, and headaches. There are two men in dark suits who look at you. One has a face marked by age, long hair and slimy, collected in a queue, bad teeth and mostly rotted and - oh God, not that! - A gold chain around his neck, the other is tall and big, curly hair and beard of a few days, the last shirt without buttons: hairy chest. You're not very polished in thought, trying to understand what they're saying, but understand only a few sounds that you can not make sense. Do you untie, but it leaves you blindfolded and gagged. Pull you because you are not able to walk, such is the lament Only for the bruises of which at this moment you realized. The heart ever broken, do not pump the blood to sob. Again yield.
Are you writing an essay, do not know what, and you are tired. You decide to pull a moment and give you a cup of coffee. Shortly after six around the city and find a friend, you look healthy and safe with the other reach for a drink with friends. Too much beer soon makes you pee, you go to the bathroom, but slipped, almost fall, but only almost.
is slammed to the ground, you're confused by the presence of the bandage before our eyes, but this time your hands are free and you take away the, then do the same with the gag. It 's all dark around you, smell the presence of other people around you, but you can not see them. Slowly, your vision becomes accustomed to the dark and count how many are: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Eight people around you. None of their moves, you turn in a circle on yourself, scared, now you can sob. The heart starts beating strongly, you hear a noise power: you turn. An electric shock and hits you in a while you're down in convulsions. No time to recover and get hit by a strong blow to the side. You were not already strong before, now you're in pieces, lying on the ground, without any defense. The laughter around you, more and more strong and fat, the sound of a zipper and someone will piss on him. Imitation is sometimes an exercise useful and is not for us to judge whether it was this time, surely you did not go well: you find yourself in the midst of an amnesia, with a strong headache, covered with bruises in a puddle of piss. The only thing you can do is spit out what you get straight into your mouth and then mumbles a curse. "What did you say?" A violent kick in the stomach "Holy shit, I dirtied her shoes, but shit ..."
slowly drown in a puddle of urine.
're having lunch with your father. You need a hot meal on the table that has carefully prepared: lapensionemiocaro. It 'a thoughtful man. You eat a little, then you get up from the table and go to the balcony. E 'dramatically in May with the smell of pollen. A sun already less introverted illuminates the balconies of the building next to kissing a fat lady struggling with the flowers. From the kitchen, your father calls you, do not wash the dishes yourself.
It 's the smell to wake up. You're completely detached and therefore free, at least in their movements. You get up, you bring a hand to his nose, then riallontani: there is no way to escape the oppressive stench that surrounds you. Walk a little dragging their feet: it seems lame. Go to a little light, you arrive, you cover your face for cover from it. Exit from the building: it is an old abandoned building, apartments, perhaps, perhaps offices. You are in the midst of the non-garden, a few blades of grass coming up over the knees. Insects on the floor. You look around, there is no. You walk away.
makes a terrible heat and sweat, dirty clothes and still moist, the situation is becoming overwhelming. Scalzo you find yourself in a forest where you can clearly hear the sound of a brook. Progresses, more and more difficulty because dell'olezzo, careful not to step where you can hurt, but it's difficult because of the state where you are: you end up cut his foot on a stone. Shouts. You get strength and pulls ahead, as you can, the noise of the stream is getting stronger, and there, after that row of trees, where he began a descent, you're sure to see him.
Suddenly a thick belly, you lean on yourself, put a hand to a tree. Grit your teeth and rifiati looking forward. Reach the last row of trees and look: no stream. But in front of your eyes shows a giant metal machine unknown to you. The size of a bus, it has many exposed pipes, is dirty and a bit 'rusty, but seems to be working at full capacity. You can not help but turn away around, looking for something: a sign, a button, the instructions. Suddenly a gust of wind brings to the attention of your nose below the odor port. You get up my shirt and throw it away.
start to hit the machine with his fists, but only to end up broken. Insert the arm into a small gap between a pipe and the other to touch something hot, hot!, Suffered burns and then you to retract the arm, but it is locked. Cries desperately hoping that someone can hear you. Excruciating pain and terrible: very strongly Retract the arm being able to get space and free it, then, as a matter physics, flying a yard backwards hitting his head on the soft ground, but also faint.
When you wake up in the sun has gone down, the machine is still standing there to produce the sound of the stream with the addition of some nice little light.
The pain and smell seem to vanish in front of the big questions that arise in your mind flourish. Continue to observe the mysterious object: what will it be to feed it? Who will be on? those who have made? Who built? who maintained (if was retained)?
Can not really give you a plausible answer. Dejected spread his arms in surrender.
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